Semua Bab Secret Billionaire CEO Daughter-in-Law: Bab 21 - Bab 30

*Anna*The room is full of men in expensive business suits and women wearing clothes that cost more than everything in my closet combined–up until I went shopping over the weekend. I’m standing in front of them, next to Poppy and Belinda. We are in a huge lunch room. Behind the executives is a huge spread of food for lunch, and a giant cake that says, “Welcome, Ms. Savage!” in red cursive letters, the font curly and warm.I don’t feel warm right now. In fact, I feel like I’m about to throw up all over my three thousand dollar Gucci shoes. I’m wearing thick glasses. My hair is pulled up in a bun, and I’m wearing an outfit unlike anything I’ve ever worn in my life, so I don’t think I look like Anna Williams Young, but the moment I saw Cliff Jones in the back of the room, I realized I might be in trouble.When Belinda introduced me as “Ms. Savage,” Cliff tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes, like he thought maybe the lighting was off or he’d heard wrong. If he doesn’t know w

*Grant*I’m in the process of going over a contract I’m finalizing when my phone rings with the two short chimes that let me know it’s my secretary. I put down the file and answer. “Yes?”“Mr. Young, I have A. Savage on line one for you, sir.”I freeze in my seat, my mouth dropping open for a split second as I try to compose myself. Did I hear her correctly? “Who?”“A. Savage, sir. The CEO of Savage Enterprises.”Swallowing hard, I let that sink in. I did hear her correctly. “Patch her through immediately,” I tell the secretary.“Yes, sir.”It takes a moment for the call to go through. While that is happening, my mind is running wild. What the hell is A. Savage doing calling me right now? On her first day of work? What if this is just my stupid cousin Carson playing tricks on me?A female voice I don’t recognize says, “Mr. Young?”“Yes,” I say, cautiously, trying to figure out if maybe this is just one of Carson’s friends pulling my leg.“Hold for Ms. Savage, please.”I inhale sharply

*Grant*Anna isn’t home when I get there. It’s strange, honestly. While I’m glad she’s out of the house, hopefully having fun, I actually hurried to our room as soon as I got back from the office to tell her the good news.Our room is empty.It’s selfish of me to wish she were here the one time I want to speak to her when I’ve taken her for granted all of the other hundreds of times she was right there waiting for me to return and probably would’ve been excited to hear about my day.I ready myself for family dinner and head to the dining room. Anna still hasn’t come home, and everyone is in an uproar about it. “Really,” Hattie says, shaking her head. “She thinks she can just pay someone else to do all of her chores? It’s ridiculous. Why should she live here rent free?”Normally, I would keep my mouth shut, but today, I find myself asking, “Tell me again how much rent you pay, Hattie.” I take the mashed potatoes from my mother, who stifles a giggle.Hattie’s mouth drops open. “Well… I

*Grant*“I did it! Holy crap, I actually did it!” I can’t help but proclaim the words aloud as I stand outside the restaurant I’ve just finished negotiating the deal at and hail a cab. A moment later, a yellow car pulls over, and I hop inside, giving him the address to the Young Corporation building. “You look pretty happy,” the driver notes as I stare out the window, smiling from ear to ear. “Good lunch meeting?”“Yes,” I tell him. “I secured a property my company has been trying to get for ages.”“Nice. Good job.” He seems genuinely enthusiastic, even if it has nothing to do with him.I thank him and open my phone, deciding to catch up on some emails while we make our way to the building. It doesn’t take long, and then the cabby is pulling over next to my place of work. I hand him the payment, along with a substantial tip, and then get out.I probably look like an idiot waltzing into the building with this goofy grin on my face, but I’m so happy, I can’t help it. Finally, it seems

*Grant*I listen to the soft sounds of my wife getting ready for bed in the bathroom but don’t move from the edge of the bed.I’ve been sitting here for about an hour. I rushed through family dinner, even though everyone wanted the details of lunch with A. Savage. As exciting as that had been, I had lost a bit of my enthusiasm for it by the time I got home and decided I wanted to ask Anna out.But he wasn’t here, and I didn’t know what to do. I should’ve called her earlier, and I’m still kicking myself that I didn’t do it. Especially since I now know that she would’ve said yes.The final straw at dinner was when Hattie made another disparaging comment about Anna, saying that she shouldn’t be allowed to work outside of the home anymore. I’d given her a piece of my mind and left the table. Even Grandmother Trudy calling after me hadn’t been enough for me to turn around.All day, I’ve been excited about seeing my wife. Now, she’s here, and I can barely talk to her.What is wrong with me?